Maybe that's my problem. I've never gotten food poisoning so I just keep pushing my luck and eating street food wherever I find it all over the world. By the same token I've never gotten AIDS or herpes...

Yeah... I've had friends get deathly ill after eating one and others who swear by them. Guess it's hit or miss but sweet Christ do they smell amazing.

The bacon-wrapped hot dog cart is a fixture around Los Angeles. The dude manning the cart (alway hispanic) will dress your dog with mayonaise, mustard, grilled onions and jalapenos. They rule. Seriously. I stumbled out of the Hollywood Bowl in October and was greeted by a row of the bacon hotdog carts and I had to eat two. A few years ago, I was eating one for lunch outside of Pep Boys in Hollywood. The guys enjoying one next to me looked like a homeless man with a long beard. I gradually realized it was Vincent Gallo.

Well wtfc about Vincent Gallo if he doesn't have Chloe Sevigny in tow?

Way to take the classier, higher road. You're my idol. Well, you would be if you didn't have all those priors for doing lewd acts in IHOP bathrooms throughout the greater Pacific NW. But how else are you supposed to pay for your mom's dialysis?

Way to take the classier, higher road. You're my idol. Well, you would be if you didn't have all those priors for doing lewd acts in IHOP bathrooms throughout the greater Pacific NW.

But how else are you supposed to pay for your mom's dialysis?

My mom wouldn't need dialysis if you would stop feeding her liquor with her roofies. Oh, and she figured out it was you because you wrote your number in sharpie on the wall of her bathroom at the retirement home.

Hey, it just so happens to be bacon hotdog Friday's at the Seaview Village Retirement Community. Like I could resist them or your mom, both of which are finger-licking good. Yes, ladies and gents, we have come full circle.